It wasn't the first time a weapon of any sort had been pointed at Zephyr-needles and other such instruments were just as good. Or the whip. They had used that often on some of the more unruly experiments, especially the ones who had been violent. It had been used on him several times to coerce...
Zephyr held Shendra tightly in his grasp, not allowing her to move even a fraction - the slightest mistake on the part of Ralph could easily sever her spine and render her worse than dead so it was up to him to minimize that risk as much as possible. Even still, he found himself holding back...
"I can do more than hold her down," Zephyr said with a smirk, extending a hand, palm up, his gaze fixed on Shendra. "Consider this your first step if you truly want to reform yourself and conquer your fears."
The chimera flexed his fingers and felt even more the rivers of crimson that flowed...
Zephyr noticed that Ralph had broken off from the rest of the group heading slightly off. Giving a quick glance behind him at the others, he shook his head before following the man, keeping up with the machine he was in. He landed quietly just after Ralph had ejected, watching him and...
Zephyr shifted slightly, his feathers ruffling.
"I... wouldn't know. I wasn't really allowed to fly much. But if the weight tests were any indication... maybe a day?"
The chimera shrugged, accepting the glove from Elise as the orb of blood slipped back into his uniform. The glove fit well...
Zephyr slipped behind Shendra, placing a hand gently on each side of the girl's wings over the scabrous tissue. The misformed dried blood began to flake off, being pushed by fresh blood from below which oozed out over the wounds. It dried quickly, a seamless strand of tissue that looked far...
Zephyr flapped his wings a few times, gaining altitude as gunfire ripped through the air at Ralph from the hole in the transport. Someone pulled themselves out, someone else interesting. He had seen her when he was being loaded into the transport, and now felt the oddity within her. There was...
Zephyr cocked his head and raised an eyebrow at Ralph.
"Your fear... I can taste it..." he murmured.
The blood orb in his hand was slowly revolving, globules of blood from around the room marching towards it, the orb swelling just a fraction larger with each one. He dipped a single finger...
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